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lowing them, turned a corner and met a man, to whom 

 he said : 



' Have you seen a pair of horses go by you ?' 

 ' Oh yes,' replied the man, half dead with fright ; ' I 

 have seen them, and Dickens driving them !' 



The horses were stopped on Bed Cross Hill, and the 

 poor bear set at liberty, nearly dragged to death. 



To revert to my reminiscences of the turf. The late 

 Lord Glasgow was, I might almost say, as all the world 

 knows, a most eccentric character in all that he did or 

 undertook to do in racing. He, too, affected his own 

 style of dress, wearing nankeen trousers too short for 

 him, or, as the Irishman would say, having the habit of 

 putting his legs too far through them. He wore a waist- 

 coat of the same material, of faulty cut, a dark-blue coat 

 with plain brass buttons, and a tall hat. And so attired, 

 he rode on horseback each day to see the races at New- 

 market. A top-coat apparently he scorned. I never 

 remember seeing him in one, no matter what the weather. 

 He had as many, or more, trainers than anyone I can 

 think of, and jockeys in like superabundance. It would, 

 indeed, be impossible to enumerate them all. 



I call to mind that when Mr. Thomas Dawson was his 

 trainer, and won the Two Thousand for him with General 

 Peel, the night before the race his lordship took me to 

 see the horse in the stable, being accompanied by Mr. 

 Gerard Sturt, now Lord Alington, and several other 

 noblemen. He bid me feel his legs and note the size of 

 his cannon-bone. I can candidly say I don't remember 

 ever feeling any other so large. He was by no means a 

 tall horse, but very strong ; and on this occasion looked 

 remarkably well and fit to run. He was afterwards beat 

 in the Derby by Blair Athol, to whom he again ran 

 second for the St. Leger. 



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